The horizon's her pouted lip,
She invitedly waits for our kiss,
Despaired in vain waiting she lets trip
Her golden tear drop we call sun, ignorant of all this.
The golden tear also ignored, freezes to moon
Dies, its blinding aura, revealing her white moles
Now she gets the hope for attention very soon
But all we do is stare straight through and call them stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The golden tear also ignored, freezes to moon Dies, its blinding aura, revealing her white moles Now she gets the hope for attention very soon But all we do is stare straight through and call them stars. beautiful poem and a wonderful graphic., tony